All paths lead me on.  None end, really.  Even dead ends make me turn around.  On earth some paths seem to stop at rivers, views, ledges, crevices and deper jungles where the path fades.  No one walks that way any more.

But in spirit, when we come to an “end” (like death or change), we fly or swim or a magic carpet appears out of nowhere.  Sometimes it’s not until I close my eyes and hold my hands over my heart and take that first step out there that the bridge appears.  Perhaps only with one step at a time. 

Fear does seep into my body and I can get catatonically frozen.  No matter.  Life inevitably kicks me in the ass and I stumble forward or find the next invisible indicated foot fall.

Looking behind me it is easy to see where the door opened, boats appeared, hands came out of the jungle to steady me.  I rest in Her heart today with paths leading everywhere.